4.07.2014

i. My thoughts are far too disconjoined and jumbled to form into coherent paragraphs, so lately I’ve been writing like this. Here are a few little things of interest, I guess.

ii. All I want to do anymore is black and white.

iii. Some of these pictures are a year old. I haven’t picked up my camera in a month, and I’d like to peacefully say, “that’s okay, this is where I am right now,” but I can’t. Instead I feel almost like I’m betraying my first love.